Passionate Devotion

Chapter 2150 2202 It is better to have less roots than more hearts 7

Nan Sheng embraced Nan Chonglou’s shoulders and cuddled his father like he did when he was a child: “It’s certainly not wrong. He is really a very nice person. He feels good to get along with him, very happy, very happy, just like The feeling of having the whole world all at once, Dad, did you feel that way when you fell in love with your mother?"

Nan Chonglou's eyes flashed a lingering remembrance, his eyes fell on his wife's face, and he smiled and said: "When I first met your mother, I felt that the rest of my life is complete."

But now, the rest of his life is full of regrets. His mother is forced to marry every day, and the safety of his wife is not guaranteed. His daughter dare not even return home. The son is not born by his beloved wife. Nan Chonglou has never been tired and doesn’t know himself. Why do you have such a bad life?

It's like a huge net trapping him. He can't get rid of no matter how much he can break free. He is very tired, but he doesn't have a key to solve the predicament of life. He is over forty years old, and he can't see the future. The gesture of happiness and favor, and now only the smile of his daughter, can give him a little comfort.

Nan Shengqing found that although his father was smiling, his complexion darkened a lot. He consciously said something wrong, and immediately changed the subject: "Dad, let's go, I'm hungry."

"it is good."

Nan Zhonglou got up, but suddenly felt that the sky was spinning around. Nan Sheng looked at his father's body tottering and exclaimed: "What's wrong with you, Dad? Dad! Dad..."

It was dark in front of Nan Chonglou, and the whole person fell to the ground. Nan Shengqing was almost frightened from a heart attack, and shouted at the door: "Come here, come here, my father fainted, come here..."

In the rest room of the nursing home, Nan Zhonglou was lying on the hospital bed, Nan Sheng clenched his hands into fists, clenched his knuckles, quietly watching the doctor examine his father's body.

Wu Yi stood beside her and patted her shoulder: "It's okay, don't be nervous."

Can you not be nervous? Nan Shengqing's eyes were red, and she was scared to death just now, for fear that her father would be like her mother, not awake, so she would really become a lonely poor creature.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my dad?"

"It's okay. Maybe it's too tired and exhausted. Take more rest. Give him two bottles of glucose first and see the situation." The doctor said after the examination: "Your father has high blood pressure. Don't work too hard."

Nan Shengqing carefully noted: "Then when will my dad wake up?"

"I will wake up in a few hours."

Nan Sheng stayed in front of the hospital bed. Even if the doctor said it was okay, she did not dare to leave half a step. She only hoped that her father would wake up and her heart would be at ease. Wu Yi went to buy her some dinner and returned, but she also had no appetite.

After guarding for a few hours, the sky was completely dark, and a Lonely Shan phone came in.

"Why haven't you come home yet? Isn't it Friday today? I can't leave school because of something?" he asked at the end.

Nan Shengqing didn't know why, when he heard his voice from the phone, sorrow and sorrow suddenly appeared on the tip of his nose. The hard support was strong, and it collapsed in an instant: "I won't pass tonight."

"What's the matter?" Lonely Shan heard her voice abnormal, breathing heavily, and asked: "Cry? Who bullied you?"

"No." Nan Sheng rubbed his nose with affection, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, raised his head and resisted the tears that did not let his eyes flow down: "My father has passed out, and he has not yet woken up."

(End of this chapter)